Cry No More

The kids and I are locked in mortal combat tonight
they are watching a noisy film on TV full blast, I am
fighting for my sanity with earphones on my head,
blocking the oppressive noise that hurts my ears
oversensitive; knocked over a basket with shells
and stones in my haste to escape

Listening to the orchestra playing Olé Guapa makes
me cry - I shall not dance to it tonight, when I have
read Pratchett’s Reaperman again and I have cried
for Miss Flitworth’s lonely youth, then rejoiced about
Death dancing the tango with her before taking her
back to her beloved to be together forever

In an eternal youth, I shall cry no more, rejoicing in
new beginnings and in the alternative universe I
have constructed where individualism has been
replaced by group consciousness, no judgment
left; only joyous experience where Death is the
personification of eternal happiness


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“Reaperman” A Discworld Novel by Terry Pratchett,
Miss Flitworth’s fiancé died while smuggling to make
enough to marry her, Death, a character, worked for
Miss Flitworth and after she showed her worthiness,
he took her dancing before taking her back to her
young man; I believe the tango they danced to was
Olé Guapa "Arms outspread like the bow of a ship..."